Nearing Eighty

Nearing Eighty Nearing eighty, I shall discuss the worldwith a few friends. There is a meeting-placeI go to, set up for this very thing,and each time to be found again. To heartheir voices is the sweetest thing I know,my friends across the staging-posts of timeand...

Singing in Mariupol

Singing in Mariupol a poem in five parts   Dark Matter Yevgenia’s Diary Kobzar Taras Mariupol New Matter Dark Matter From the beginning of things there has been a dark force lurking the other side of time. A hinterland to the kingdom of things, a vast...

a note to Hilary

a note to Hilary Tonight there are no flowers but a girl’s kindness.She brought them underhand: sometimes we kissed,sometimes we talked with worry and honesty,I who had been, she who would be a student. (We painted part of a dingy room together.)And now as pink clouds...

Sestina

Sestina To look at the sea is to take part in an onwardnessfrom the year dot. To venture upon an original coming and going of ways, a multitudinousshift – is to witness a miracle at once from the outside and in. Alleluiasay the waves. It is to dive deep in a...

Birthday Text

Birthday Text I wish you a very happy day. A careful birthday text reminds me ofthe value of friendship. Onto a current of beingmy body found its way. And scarcely adult(after a child-path like an obstacle-course)it took me to quick waters: and I met you.How far ago,...

Upping Sticks

Upping Sticks for Florence I’ll be away soon from my old knockabout palace,  and a rich forest of leaves in the garden beyond.The rusty old key I shall turn, and lower the portcullis,  and off to fresh pastures . . . and a new deepening bondwith the roof of day and...